Dreaming Of Her
by Amber "V" Moonstone
3/04/10
Orbital thoughts of anguish,
surround his mind
as if the weight of the world
is resting squarely on his shoulders.
No words can calm the insanity
that dwells within his solitary existence
Perpetual motion and constant abrasion
occupies most of his hours.
There is no peace
nor light, that can penetrate
the darkness that absorbs his world,
Hopelessness inhabits his thoughts.
Temptation is his torment,
Torn between two worlds,
confused and dazed
wanting relief from his chaos
Seeing both sides of his mind
only brings more confusion
and indecision,
letting fear rule his world.
Each night within stardust moments,
He lets the arms of an angel,
bring light and peace,
into his dreams.
Awakening to the chaotic life he lives,
sends him back to his fearful existence
that spins his mind into a whirlwind
that can only find peace when dreaming of her.
Dreaming Of Her (c) Amber "V"Moonstone
3/04/10
it is powerful to read these emotions inside
as if we all know him...but we don't
we know this feeling...
Compassions Embracing Peace
Love & Blessings Vickie
Love
Christine
Excellent dreaming!
Georg
Well done!
Blessings & Peace, Holly
fee
occupies most of his hours...
Seeing both sides of his mind
only brings more confusion
and indecision,
letting fear rule his world
Amber, you have such insight into, and empathy with, hearts and minds - as if you can see right into them and absorb their joy or pain, or as if you are a natural interceptor of what's being projected to and from them. These lines in particular stood out for me, but the whole is written with clarity of visoin and with understanding. I love the way your analysis is written: matter of fact yet sensitised by your choice of language - and especially how you conclude with the touchy-feely soft-focus of the dreamscape, covering all the hard-edged detail like a welcome mist. One of your recent bests, I think. xx
Like the king that dreamt every night her was a pauper
And the Pauper that dreamt every night he was a king
The pauper was the happier of both
The king feared each night, to dream once again he'll be a pauper
Love & peace be with you
The pauper
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony